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--Karen O'Leary--Whispers' Editor

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Cardinal at my Windows--By Marlene Million--United States

Cardinal at my Windows

You tap at glass window above the front door, Cardinal, so robust red.

Back and forth you flutter, perch, look in at me, then fly to sun room's brick ledge peeking in window, as I write.

You are my April friend come to say "Good morning" and "Good afternoon," pecking at bird- seed in feeder, filled to brim.

With the budding of trees, tulips and daffodils, you bring a springtime message of rebirth and promise of renewal. . .

You look in on me at sliding-glass window door, then fly towards berry bush, Cardinal mine!

Marlene Million is a retired insurance secretary from her husband's business and grandmother of four. She has published two chapbooks and belongs to several writers’ groups. She had a poem on display at Indianapolis Arts Garden the month of February, 2013 and has been published in a variety of venues.

7 comments:

What a beautiful poem about a true April friend who will always BE your friend and visit you continuously throughout summer, spring and fall. This "friend" is perfect and loyal. What a lovely gift from God! Sheri

Hi Marlene...Wonderful poem...I love cardinals. We put up a new birdfeeder & lo & behold a lovely cardinal was there this morning enjoying breakfast. A lovely sight to see out our front door! Thanks for sharing your springtime message! Best wishes, Chris~

I am really fond of Cardinals... (talking baseball), so I have quite a few tee shirts sporting their images. But, I do love to watch them romp and play, always with purpose, on the chance I see them at my house... Your poem is fantastic, by the way.

I have had birds visit too many times to have it be coincidence. It is as if they appear to give us cheer then they are on their way. Just recently I was on my sun deck and a tiny finch landed on the gate and kept on peeping. As soon as I took my camera and snapped its picture it flew away. Your poem was a joy to read. Blessings, Connie